A/N::: Sorry for the long wait. With half the cast pregnant, it gets complicated, plus, Ulrike and Gisela and I are still researching all the facts about Mazoku Male Pregnancy. I'll have to change a few things we told Yuuri, we found out some aren't true. *nervous laugh*

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Wolfram still stood silently in Yuuki's arms, he knew he should pull away and yell at the boy before him and then kick him out.

But he couldn't. He didn't know why though. No. Wolfram did know. He loved Yuuki, but the problem was, Wolfram wasn't engaged to Yuuki, he was engaged to Yuuri.

Yuuri watched Wolfram silently, he hadn't tried to pull away, which Yuuri didn't mind, but he was Yuuki at the moment, so therefore he shouldn't be making Wolfram think he was about to cheat.

He falls in love with Yuuki, Wolfram will never love you Yuuri.

Blood was right, even though Yuuri hated that fact. So what should he do? Just come out with it and try to explain it before Wolfram deemed him crazy and roasted him?

"Yuuki…?"

Yuuri made some kind of sound that meant he was listening and for the blonde to continue. "What did you mean earlier?"

Arms sliding away slowly, Yuuri looked at Wolfram, tilting his head. What had he said? He didn't remember…they had talked about so many things in such a short time up until they hugged.

"You had told me I had threatened to kill you before, what did you mean? When had I done that?" He was honestly curious; he didn't remember threatening Yuuki before that moment…

Yuuri smiled. This answer could lead to the truth. "Well there was the one time I tried to sneak out without you or Conrad and you caught me, saying I was a cheater and you'd kill me so I'd be with you forever."

Yuuri laughed at the memory, which had been his first trip into the past, he had met Julia, but it was an endearing memory to Yuuri filed in his mind under the annoyingly cute-laughable things Wolfram did to show his affection.

Wolfram moved fully out of Yuuri's arms, looking at him like he was insane. "What? Why would I call you a cheater? You and I are not engaged." We are not even dating.

Yuuri tilted his head. "We aren't?"

"I am engaged to Yuuri, the Maou."

Blinking, Yuuri shook his head and smiled weakly. "Sorry, forgot I'm not dressed like me."

Wolfram was ready to summon the element of fire but was too distracted by what Yuuki had just said, more to himself than to Wolfram, but the blonde had heard.

"What are you talking about?" Wolfram was confused, no mistake about that. The boy in front of him was making no sense to him, what was he hiding? Or was Yuuki simply playing some twisted joke?

Yuuri moved closer to Wolfram, his hands behind his back, his expression was completely serious. "Wolf, I am Yuuri."

Wolfram stepped away from Yuuki, not finding whatever game Yuuki was playing funny anymore.

Murata lay on his bed, snuggled up to Shinou's side. Murata wasn't sleeping even though he was exhausted. He couldn't get his mind calm enough to fall into the trap of sleep.

He had to tell Shinou at some point. The baby within him was Shinou's; the man had the right to know.

But the problem was that Murata was afraid. What if he didn't want a baby? He wasn't truly of this world anymore…so what would happen if he didn't want it?

Would Shinou disappear…? If he did…would he ever return?

Murata turned to lie on his stomach, one hand up by his head and the other on Shinou's chest, clutching the kings' shirt in a tight fist.

He felt so tired, his eyes hurt, he was about to cry. "My sage?"

Eyes wide, but he never lifted his head from the mattress. He didn't even reply or make a sound to let the man next to him know he was awake…and listening.

"I am aware you are awake, what is it that troubles you?"Shinou's voice was gentle, a low whisper in the warm comfortable darkness of their room.

There was tenderness in the blue eyed kings voice, it was always there, but most of the time, Murata had to really listen for it. In this moment, he didn't. It was there; Very clear and noticeable.

Murata didn't want to tell him, he may never hear that tenderness again…He shouldn't be afraid though, Shinou loved him…didn't he?

Pushing himself up, Murata sat crossed legged facing Shinou on the bed. Hands in his lap, Murata's large dark brown eyes wide with fear; he was nervous.

Blue eyes traveled over Murata's naked body freely, they weren't filled with lust, but with love. Murata shivered under the heated gaze of the kings' eyes. He could feel wherever the king looked spark with heat.

It was different, normally when Shinou looked at him, his eyes were filled with nothing but lust…maybe love had been there, but Murata had never been able to see it.

"Shinou…" Murata didn't know how his name was supposed to have sounded, but it came out as a breathy whisper.

Said man made no move to touch the young boy before him. His eyes wondered up to Murata's, the love still very clear.

Murata winced away from that look; it wasn't that he didn't like it. What he winced away from was the thought of the love fading and never returning.

What if that happened when he told Shinou about their baby?

Dark brown eyes snapped shut tightly, Murata turning his head away. He was going to cry. He could already feel the damn tears welling up behind his eyes.

He could feel the bed shaking, his body was trembling.

He was scared.

When he thought about it, It sort of amazed Yuuri. Wolfram was acting so calm with Shori's attitude when in the past he would have let his temper get the best of him. Was Wolfram attitude change because Yuuri was pregnant?

With a nearly silent groan, Yuuri fell back onto his bed, His arms covering his face. Why was he thinking so much this early in the morning?

He was tired of thinking, he just wanted his mind to calm and for sleep to over take him again. A gentle kick had Yuuri pressing a hand to his stomach. Little Micah was awake.

That was another thing. He and Wolfram had decided to name their baby Micah. It was both a female and male name. Even though Yuuri was sure Micah was a boy, he had decided to let Wolfram win the fight.

Wolfram said he wanted to 'just be on the safe side'. Yuuri had wanted to name their baby Micah so he couldn't remember why he had protested in the first place, of course, he didn't remember much of their fight.

He had been far too tired to follow much of it.

Micah kicked again, this time a little harder. Yuuri shut his eyes half way, the kick hadn't been too painful, but it had still hurt.

After a long moment of Yuuri's mind still, unthinking, a thought invaded his mind. His eyes opened, black eyes staring at the darkened ceiling.

Perhaps Shori was simply homophobic, maybe his problem wasn't truly with Wolfram, but with the fact both Yuuri and Wolfram were men.

Yuuri felt a frown form. It wasn't something he had thought in terms of in so long. It had bothered him in the beginning that he was a boy and so was Wolfram, but after Yuuri realized he loved Wolfram, Yuuri hadn't thought about gender.

Yuuri would have thought it was because he was pregnant, but Shori had disliked Wolfram from even before then.

He pushed himself up gently, sitting on the bed with his feet on the carpet. Could Shori have known Yuuri wasn't really happy with being engaged to Wolfram in the beginning?

Was that Shori's reason for acting like he was? Was he simply trying to look out for his younger brother?

Yuuri felt a small smile replace his frown.

It was sweet, if not a little annoying.

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Yuuki hadn't made a move to follow Wolfram around the room, and Wolfram wished to high heaven the boy would just leave.

He didn't.

"Wolf," Yuuri held up his hands, "Hear me out." His voice was calm, soft and quite. Yuuri wanted to know what to say, but he didn't.

Closing his eyes for a moment, Yuuri took a deep breath. Wolfram's emerald eyes never left Yuuki.

It was official. Wolfram's taste in guys really sucked. Perhaps this marriage with the demon king wasn't a bad idea. Wolfram really should give him a chance.

Yuuri let his eyes open.

Emerald eyes narrowing, Wolfram lifted his hand to his forehead, murmuring the chant to summon the fire element.

Not wanting to waste time asking Wolfram to relax and hear him out, which wouldn't have worked anyway, Yuuri reached up and took out his contacts, which once they were out, revealed his pitch black eyes to the world…, to Wolfram.

"Wolf…, it's me, Yuuri." Wolfram felt heat rise to his face as his hand fall from his forehead to his side.

Yuuri moved to set the contacts down on the table, and then turned to look at Wolfram again. Who looked mad, hurt, and surprised all at the same-time.

It was really a cute expression.

Wolfram wanted to say something, wanted to yell at Yuuki or Yuuri or whoever was in front of him, but he couldn't get words to form; couldn't find his voice.

The silence stretched into an uncomfortable silence that seemed to last longer than it really had. Yuuri shifted uncomfortably, wanting Wolfram to say something.

After five minutes of Wolfram and Yuuri staring at each other without a word, Yuuri decided he would go ahead and try to say something, anything to end the silence and put this awkward moment behind them.

He opened his mouth to speak when Wolfram began to yell at him.

"Who the hell told you about Yuuki? And why did you dress up like him?" Wolfram was becoming much angrier with each passing second.

Gwendal's right eye twitched and he was sure another wrinkle formed on his forehead.

This was not happening. This was so not happening.

The man sat at his desk with his eyes closed. Gisela stood in front of the desk, arms at her sides, smiling happily although her dark green eyes were concerned and worried at the nervous twitching of the man's eye.

"You have got to be joking." Gwendal muttered, his hand tightening into a fist around his pen.

Gisela shook her head. "There is no mistake, you are pregnant."

The final three words seemed to slow in Gwendal's ears, echoing continuously within his mind and ears, he swore yet another wrinkle formed.

This was far too stressful for a man like him. He was too old to have a child, let alone be the pregnant one.

"You are pregnant" The pen snapped in two.

This was not happening. This could not be happening.

Gisela packed her things into her bag and then pulled out a cream colored bottle and a needle, setting them on Gwendal's desk.

The green-haired woman looked up from her bag, "Beg pardon?" She hadn't quite caught what Gwendal had half muttered under his breath.

"How far?" Gwendal asked again, louder this time.

Gisela nodded her dark green eyes wide. "You are six months along."

Six months. He was half way through the pregnancy. Half way…then that meant he had to of gotten pregnant…

"Well this is amazing news!" Cheri squealed, interrupting Gwendal's thoughts.

A/N::: I am SO sorry I have not uploaded is SO damn long…I've been lazy and I have the FLU now! I've missed four days of school! I cannot believe it!

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